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Meditation for Christmas
Consider,
O my soul, what morn is this!
Whereon
the eternal Lord of all things made,
For
us poor mortals, and our endless bliss,
Came
down from heaven, and, in a manger laid
The
first, rich, offerings of our ransom paid:
Consider,
O my soul, what morn is this!
Consider
what estate of fearful woe
Had
then been ours, had he refused this birth;
From
sin to sin tossed vainly to and fro,
Hell's
playthings, o'er a doomed and helpless earth!
Had
he from us witheld his priceless worth.
Consider
man's estate of fearful woe!
Consider
to what joys he bids thee rise,
Who
comes, himself, life's bitter cup to drain!
Ah!
look on this sweet Child, whose innocent eyes
Ere
all be done, shall close in mortal pain,
That
thou at last Love's Kingdom may'st attain:
Consider
to what joys he bids thee rise!
Consider
all this wonder, O my soul:
And
in thin inmost shrine make music sweet!
Yea,
let this world, from furthest pole to pole,
Join
in thy praises this dread birth to greet;
Kneeling
to kiss thy Saviour's infant feet!
Consider
all this wonder, O my soul.
Selwyn
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“Consider
all this wonder.” That has been the theme of this year.
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